So last night we received an offer on our house. In total that was less than 48 hours from the first showing! I can’t say we’re too disappointed! So we’ve now entered into the negotiation phase or the “don’t scare away” the potential buyer phase of the process. I always feel like this is a dance between buyer, seller and realtors. The guessing game of how much were they approved for, how much they want to spend and how much do we get. So we’re back to waiting for the phone to ring to see if the buyer has accepted our counter offer. In the meantime, I’ve done my due diligence and Googled our esteemed “first time home buyer.” Though it looks like he was a good student at college that was pretty much the only information I could gleam about him. He’s one of those smart ones that actually looks into his Facebook privacy settings! So back to some honest waiting!In other news, we generally don’t watch the news in this household (or TV for that matter). The news is depressing. I think that the more you fill your life with paranoid, depressing thoughts the more likely you are to feel that way and become that way. I’d rather think the best of people and the world, then to run around everywhere afraid and paranoid. So I have to say yesterday I was surprised when one of my friends from Ohio sent me a message to ask if I was okay. Apparently not too far from my house (10 minutes) was a fatal shooting of a teenager by a police officer. I work in the not so friendly section of town at a manufacturing facility so they got worried when they heard whole communities were rioting after the ordeal. Thankfully the plant continues on its boring march (other than those pesky Union folks) and no riots have come this way.
But I went ahead and read some news about it against my better judgment. Groups of people are breaking into stores, burning down donut shops and in one place they were looting and stealing WIGS!?! What is this world coming to that people feel they should loot to get WIGS of all things!? My mother also called me tonight to tell me to lock myself in the basement…umm mother, this is not a tornado, just some crazy folk doing crazy stuff! So for now, we’ll try to stay out of the crazy part of town other than having to go to that whole work thing.
